05-06-2019, 01:13 PM
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Ramora
Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: Kita's pocket
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Aslan Archer Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Rose Woods Gryffindor Third Year x9 x6
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Originally Posted by Felixir How long had it been since term had started? Not long, but certainly long enough for Kaiser to start feeling antsy again. It was all very well and good being back here and safe and settled, but he had never been very good at staying settled. It was like as soon as he stopped still and found himself in a routine and that kind of thing, everything started feeling all wrong again.
Today, like most days, Kaiser was restless, agitated, and didn't dare stay still for long, lest his mind start drifting to undesirable places. Since returning to school, he had gone back to his habit of wandering around the castle and grounds for long periods of time, letting his feet take him anywhere just so long as he kept moving, and today they had brought him out to the courtyard. Kaiser wasn't surprised; this was one of the places he frequently went to start climbing the castle buildings, given how scalable the architecture was out here. For a moment he stopped, and considered the wall of the castle. It was tempting to climb right now, as that usually helped him to clear his head, and it was a nice day for it, weatherwise...
Mind more or less made up, Kaiser glanced surreptitiously around the surrounding area, checking to make sure there were no professors or particularly rule-abiding prefects nearby before he attempted an ascent. It had been a fantastic meal the house elves had made, better than any curry she had in late years and didn't have to cook. She did quite love cooking, though, and hoped that her grandson was eating well without her sending idli and chutney over to him and Amrita every so often. Merlin and Morgana knew that Altair was far too skinny to be true. If her mother could see him, she'd think Simran didn't love the boy. Amrita as well. Goodness gracious, what was it with her family and their unbelievably skinny joints? One could only hope that little Jasmine would grow to be slightly less skinny than her mother.
A little less foolhardy too. As though it hadn't been enough to sign onto the Auror force at the earliest opportunity, but to return even after she'd had her daughter. Hmph. Simran had given her this lecture enough times, but Amrita was such a stubborn child. Always had been. Nothing like her sister, Anita.
Speaking of children with a death wish. Children scaling the walls was certainly not something she had expected to see at Hogwarts. "Oh my stars!" she exclaimed, preparing a cushioning charm for whichever Gryffindor this was. Was it even a Gryffindor? Her eyes weren't quite what they used to be.
Was this the lengths these children went to in order to escape the certain death Hogwarts had in store for them? Heavens above, this was a problem. But for now she would stay here, in case Arresto Momentum would need to be cast and save this skinny child's neck. Was this child skinny? It hardly mattered, they would hit the ground at the same speed regardless of their mass.
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